Anaiah's POV
Putting on my leather pants and sleeveless top, I throw a leather jacket over it and wear my hair up. This week has been honestly hard for me and people don't know fully what happened, or the loss I went through. They expect me to smile and laugh like before, to work and interact, in short, to be their perfect Luna Queen.
I'm looking into the mirror, trying to smile but I'm not feeling it as my muscles are protesting against it.
I can do this, I can do this. I am not hurting at all. I'm a perfect Luna. Leondre walks out of my bathroom into the closet and kisses my temple. My mate does his best to cheer me up and I try harder to make him think he's succeeding.
He grabs my wrist just as I'm about to leave, I look up at him and he asks; " Are you sure you're okay?"
